Haunted Wood the tracks I tread are cold

her season comes swiftly, earlier than the woman had expected. it is hard to miss, and common sense would dictate she remain well out of the way—she understands the role serem plays within the pack, the dangers that may come with challenging the woman. but has she not thrived on discord, and has unrest not always served her well? she is tempted, too, the challenge the general; but knows there are others here who likely covet such a role. to challenge so quickly is to invite others to do the same. she would learn of their intents, first, all those others who have lived here long before she. but the opportunity today brings might prove a better way to cement her standing, and as she ponders further how she might use it to her benefit, the wraith moves along a populous hunting trail, pausing now and again to mark her scent and ensure it will not be missed. 

@Vengeance